As school starts, I got thrown into thinking of all the school things you made sure we were ready for. Aside from the lunches, the clothes, the magic sock basket, doing the girl’s hair, making sure I had a tank of hairspray for my “spike”. Most days I can’t even fathom having this many kids in school. I know there are more school pics I can dig up, but this one is one of my favorites. It’s a “start”, a new beginning, a new year, a fresh go at it. I imagine those feelings of joy you had walking any of us up to Delcroft during those days. Holding our hands. Hearing us mumble or talk. I would give anything to have had technology record those moments. Those private moments, mother and child/teen/college. I think of the time we made the volcano. The time I made some crazy farm out of some weird mix of pancake mix and something else and it hardeneed, but then broke apart during the school year. Accepting that I wasn’t a lunch bag kid and my public school roots were just happy to have a foi
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My dream was about mom. She was actually in it. She was on some type of couch or long chair. She couldn’t move but she had her green super fresh apron on. She was sad cause she couldn’t move. She was crying when she saw me and then I was crying and we hugged and kiss as she laid there and I took the apron off so she could go to sleep. It was surreal cause I could hear her voice and I could feel her emotion when she was answering me say “I miss you so much”. She was crying as she replied “I miss you so much.” I could see her hair and I could feel her close. It was a melancholy feeling cause I was sad at her condition but so happy to hear her voice and feel her close and let her know I missed her. I got up from hugging her and the last memory of the dream was holding the green apron in my hand above her.